Awakening Fantasies

Monday, December 10, 2012

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Khushi huffed in annoyance and
tossed her cell onto the bed.

Trying to distract her wayward
brain from the disturbing images flooding her mind she raced to the lounge where
the rest of the family members were bustling about.

She
walked to the kitchen, where she could here Anjali.

"Hari Prakash ji, make sure to
leave candles and a flashlight in every room." Anjali ordered, while she and
Payal stocked the cabinets with food and water bottles.

Since yesterday, announcements were
being made about a hurricane that was about to hit, warning everyone to prepare
for the worst. Schools were closed, offices were shut down yet her own
workaholic husband had run off to a meeting leaving her at home to
worry.

"Di, have you spoken to Arnavji?"
Khushi inquired trying to keep her anxiety disguised behind her strained
smile.

"Haan, Khushiji. Chote called an
hour ago. He said your phone was switched off so he couldn't reach you. He's
done with the meeting but I told him to stay in the office with Aman till the
storm passes. It's too dangerous to go out now."

"Oh!" Arnavji wasn't coming
home?!

Well Di was right, it was too
dangerous to try and come home.

But
she had wanted him here when the storm hit. It would have kept her at peace if
she had Arnavji with her. She couldn't even speak to him because the signal was
too weak and hence his phone wasn't working.

She
could hear the rain pelting against the closed poolside door and the heavy winds
whistling an eerie melody.

It
was strangely thrilling yet frightening.

Tossing and turning, she couldn't
manage to calm her anxiety enough to sleep.

Just then the electricity went out
and the bedside lamp she had kept on flickered out with a zap.

She
felt her heart jump up to the back of her throat and she quickly reached for the
flashlight.

The
winds seemed to pick up speed as it roughly crashed against the door causing the
frame of their bedroom to shake slightly.

Fear engulfed her and she quickly
raced to her dresser, grabbing the candles and matches. Lighting them all up she
tried to brighten the room as much as possible.

Once that was done she curled back
up into bed, silently praying to her Devi Maiyya, wishing her Arnavji was with
her.

So
caught up was she in attempting to keep her fears at bay, she was unaware of her
surroundings until she felt an arm snake around her waist.

Startled, she shrieked trying to
move away.

"Shh Khushi, relax its me!" A deep,
husky voice breathed into her ear.

"Arnavji!" She gasped out and
without even looking at him she leaped straight into his lap, tightly wrapping
her arms around his warm neck!

Khushi heard him chuckle into her
hair before he turned his head slightly, placing a soft kiss on the shell of her
ear.

"You okay, honey?" He asked,
pulling back to cradle her face in his hands.

Relief washed thru her in heavy
torrents and she couldn't stop a few errant tears that escaped her
eyes.

"Khushi?" Concern laced his
tone.

She
immediately shook her head in assurance as she quickly swiped the back of her
hand across her cheeks.

"How did you come home Arnavji? Di
told me you'd stay back at the office?" She immediately inquired.

He
smiled that heart stopping smile. Pulling her closer so that she sat straddling
him, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist while her hands were tucked
between their chests.

The
incessant rains and rough winds continued outside but Khushi barely paid it any
attention. She simply absorbed the feel of the man she was wrapped around at the
moment.

"Well.." He started, tightening one
arm around her torso while his other hand traced invisible patterns on the side
of her neck. "I was missing my wife. She's scared of the dark and she hates
storms, you know, so I didn't want her to be alone." There was a teasing glint
in his eyes.

Khushi couldn't help the wide smile
that spread across her face as she hugged Arnav to herself, grateful that he was
safely in her arms!

"I
love you Arnavji" She whispered into his ear, nipping it before moving back to
face him.

Flipping them around on the bed so
that Khushi was flat on her back, Arnav lay over her smirking.

"I
love you too sweetheart." He whispered back before closing the gap between
them.

Outside the storm continued to rage
on as the strong gusts of wind carried away a song of two lovers.

Khushi and
Payal had just returned to Shantivan after spending the entire morning outside.
They both were just entering thru the door when Hari Prakash approached them and
informed the two sisters that their husbands had returned from their business
trip.

"They're back
early!" Payal exclaimed.

"Khushi bhabi,
please go in quickly!" HP requested anxiously.

"What
happened, Hari Prakash ji? Why are you so tense?" Khushi wondered what could be
freaking him out.

He fumbled for
a minute before replying. "Actually Arnav bhaiya has been yelling at everyone
ever since he returned and found out you aren't home."

"Of course"
Khushi muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes at her husband's temper.
'The Laad Governor must have raised the dead by now' she thought to
herself before rushing into the living room.

Nani and
Anjali were sitting on the couch with expression of annoyance and worry,
respectively, while Mami ji lounged nearby with her nose buried in a magazine.

Anjali spotted
them and sighed in relief. "Khushi ji thank god you're back. We just managed to
calm Chotte down and send him upstairs. He was already angry when he heard you
weren't home and he absolutely freaked out when I told him where you went. It
took me forever to convince him to not go after you."

Khushi huffed
in annoyance at all the havoc he had been creating for no reason. "Don't worry
Di, I'll take care of it from here."

She was just
about to head towards the stairs when Payal stopped her. "Go tell him! And I'll
tell everyone else so you don't have to worry about breaking the news to anyone
besides Arnav ji."

She quickly
nodded and rushed upstairs right after engulfing her lovely sister in a brief
tight hug. She opened the door, her eyes scanning their room till she finally
spotted her husband who was furiously pacing back and forth near the poolside
and barking into his Bluetooth.

She closed the
door behind her and leaned against it, silently observing her husband's strong
male form. She took in all that she had missed the last few days - his powerful
strides, his controlling aura, his handsome features, his possessive posture.

He suddenly
stopped his maddening pacing and whipped his head in her direction, as if
sensing her presence all of a sudden. She straighten as he briskly strode
towards her, desire, annoyance, passion, worry all evident in his eyes.

"Where the
hell were you Khushi?" Arnav glared down at her. "I finally come home early
after 3 days of being away from my wife only to find that she isn't even
home!"

"Aww, did you
miss me?" Khushi teased, trying to fight the grin threatening to grace her lips.

He instantly
grabbed her and crushed her body to his, meshing his lips onto hers in a mind
numbing kiss, his hands roaming over every inch of her.

Khushi gasped
at the sudden contact she had been craving for days before letting out a throaty
moan. She had missed the possessive feel of his soft lips. She wrapped her arms
around his neck, digging her fingers into his hair effectively pulling him even
closer.

She lightly
traced the tip of her tongue along the seams of his lips, urging them open. She
felt him smirk before pulling away to look at her. Her face immediately slipped
into a pout.

She grabbed
his tie and pulled him closer till the tips of their noses were touching. "I
wasn't done," she grumbled before pressing her mouth onto his, once again trying
to crank up the heat.

She could feel
him grinning against her lips. He lazily wrapped his arms around her waist and
kissed her leisurely, all his urgency and need that had been present only
minutes ago was now gone. He still didn't allow her to taste him, making her
anxiety rise.

"Arnavv.." she
moaned.

He ignored her
and ducked his head down to her neck, peppering light kisses along her
collarbone.

"Did
you miss me?" he murmured against her heated skin, tracing his lips along
her jaw and up her cheek.

She didn't
answer. Instead she tugged at his head trying to pull him back to her. "Please
Arnav!"

Finally
relenting to her pleading he leaned in to grant her wish. He had been craving
for her for the past 3 days - the 3 longest days he had to survive! He hadn't
been able to manage staying away any longer.

Finally when
they pulled away because of the dire need of oxygen and managed to calm their
hormones down, Arnav led Khushi out near the pool, sitting on the lounger before
pulling her onto his lap. She snuggled up against his chest and the two basked
in the peaceful afternoon sun.

After a few
moments of enjoying the peaceful calmness that engulfed them, Khushi finally
spoke up, not being able to keep quiet for too long.

"So how was
your meeting?" She asked turning to her side so she could look at
him.

"It was ok. We
got the deal but I hated staying away from you." He tightened his arms around
her as he spoke.

Khushi smiled
at her husband's heartwarming confession. "I have a surprise for you!"

Arnav looked
at her curiously, quirking one eyebrow in wonder of what she was up
to.

She simply
smiled and got to her feet. Standing before him she spoke, "So did Di tell you
where I was today?"

"Oh yeah!
Khushi, are you okay?" He quickly stood up, worry and subtle panic evident in
his liquid brown eyes. Cupping her cheek, he pulled her close. "Why were you at
the doctor's? What's wrong?"

She smiled
softly, his love and concern warming her heart. Turning her face into his hand
she placed a soft kiss in the middle of his palm.

"I have
something to tell you. Sit down." She gently pushed him down onto the chair so
he was seated before her once again.

"What is it
jaan?" Anxiety colored his tone as he reached for her once again, wrapping his
arm around her waist.

"I have a gift
for you Arnav!" Her eyes sparkled with excitement while Arnav just became even
more confused.

She ignored
his questioning gaze and continued, "Well I'm sorry I won't be able to wrap it
up for you and you'll have to wait some time before you can get it!"
Khushi barely managed to suppress her giggles as Arnav's face became comically
bemused.

"Nine months
to be exact." She finally dropped the last hint, carefully watching Arnav's
reaction.

"What the!"
Reflexively he gasped out his trademark statement, making Khushi burst into
peals of laughter.

As realization
dawned on him the confusion drained from his visage replaced by disbelief and
delight. His awed gaze travelled down from her eyes to her still flat stomach.
He speechlessly stared in wonder for a moment before looking back at her with
barely repressed ecstasy, waiting for her confirmation.

When she
nodded, joyful tears swimming in her eyes, he jumped to his feet with a whoop of
glee before crushing Khushi against his chest. So great was his enthusiasm he
wrapped his arms tightly around his beloved wife lifting her off her feet and
twirling her right there on the poolside.

Khushi's
tinkling laughter and Arnav's joyous shouts were like music that carried itself
to the ears of the rest of the family in the lounge, effectively placing smiles
of content on all their faces.

Anjali sighed
happily. "Chotte's chotte!" She laughed as Payal, Nani and Mami all joined in, a
raptured hue of celebration settling over Shantivan.

"The husband who decides to surprise his wife is often very much
surprised himself."

Arnav Singh Raizada easily caught the soft form that fell into his
waiting arms. Her tiny hands clung to his shoulders as his eyes drank in her
flawless beauty. Her large doe-shaped eyes were clouded with confusion and fear
but he could see the depth of her innocence. The silky soft skin of her cheeks,
the cute button nose and those pouty pink lips grasped for his attention. Her
hair was pulled away from her face and partially covered with a golden dupatta
yet he noticed the glossy mass as the breeze danced through a few loose
tendrils.

The
unexpected rush of desire and sudden lack of control angered him and he hastily
pushed her out of his arms causing her to crash into the side of the ramp. She
turned back to look at him, the hazel orbs captivating him once again. Desperate
to distract himself he signaled his security to take this unknown beauty away.
Even though his anger was evident on his visage, instilling fear in hers, the
turmoil of unnamed emotions stormed his mind and the area in his chest where his
frozen heart rested throbbed uncomfortably.

As she was
pulled away, she looked back at him one more time and at that precise moment
he knew that he would not forget as long as he lived.

Yes
it was true that they annoyed the hell out of each other, they angered each
other, and they even hated each other. But that was all in the past. They had
finally moved ahead of all that and proceeded to graciously endure each other's
presence. He had just begun to share a civil relation with her then why did she
have to pull away once again.

She
had just broken the news.

She
was engaged. To someone else.

She
was getting married. She was becoming someone else's.

How
could she?

Just
when he had started to accept her, to see her for who she was, she had to move
away? How could she just leave like that? How could she just walk away? Was it
that simple? What would he do now?

She
had always supported him. No matter how much they fought or argued, when it
mattered the most she had been his support. She had always stood by his side.
Always been his rock. So what changed this time? Why was she walking away? Why
was she leaving him? Why?

Arnav stood paralyzed in a painful, bemused daze and silently
watched Khushi walk out the door and probably out of his life without a single
backward glance and at that precise moment he knew that he would not forgive
as long as he lived.

Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada. He loved the sound of
that. It filled him with an immense sense of pride and affection.

He
knew she was mad at him about his bringing up the whole 6 months contract thing
and hurting her in the process, but he planned to rectify that soon. He would
make her accept the fact that she was his and would remain so by hook or by
crook. He was her husband and she would have no choice but to accept that.

By now
he'd tried almost everything from trying to make her birthday special,
unsuccessfully, to having his Nani make her favorite breakfast, which she
skipped to his utter disappointment. He had even attempted to let her relive all
the hot and cold moments they had shared in the past, like hiding in his closet
and throwing cups of beverage at each other's face yet all to no avail.
Although so far all his attempts had been unsuccessful he wasn't
dissuaded just yet.

For
now he simply cherished all the traits he adored in his wife. Her adorably
uncoordinated Salman Khan dance moves. Her erratic temper and the feisty
reactions when provoked. Her innocent, childlike actions while taking pleasure
in eating jalebis or gol gappes.

As
Arnav's thoughts revolved around Khushi, she barged into his room like the
whirlwind that she was with a plate of jalebis in her hands, already stuffing
her face with the sticky sweets and muttering to herself. He couldn't keep the
smile of his face as he observed her crazy antics. As soon as she noticed him
she came to an abrupt stop, her eyes comically wide before she quickly composed
herself. With a quiet grumble of what sounded like 'Laad Governor' she turned
back and walked out the door shooting him a fiery glare and at that precise
moment he knew that he would always love as long as he
lived.

He
admits he had made a mistake. A big mistake. It was wrong of him to leave her
waiting in the mandap on their wedding day. But who could blame him? He had just
learned of a secret that had haunted his entire existence. Of course he needed
time to recover. Time to think.

He
hadn't shown up on their wedding day. He had left her waiting.

He
had broken her trust. Shattered her faith. Crushed her
heart.

But
he had realized his mistake and he had apologized to her. Asked for forgiveness.
Begged for it.

He
wanted her back. So why did she resist? She was his life. His wife. So why did
she refuse?

Khushi mujhse vaada karo ki mujhe kabhi chor kar nahi
jaogi.

She
had promised. Then why was she forgetting her promise?

Mein tumhari bina nahi jee paunga.

She
knew he wouldn't be able to live without her. Then why didn't she care anymore.
Why?

Arnav stood before her yet again, pleading for her to forgive him.
He loved her. He couldn't let her go. Not again. Not ever.

But Khushi
no longer seemed to feel anything anymore. Her face blank and her eyes hollow,
she turned her back to him and dispassionately walked away from him, turning
only to shut the door on his face. Catching one last glimpse of her detached
features he finally acceded he had lost her and at that
precise moment he knew that he would hate as long as he lived.

Lyin' here with you so close to meIt's hard to fight these
feelings when it feels so hard to breatheCaught up in this momentCaught
up in your smile

***

Khushi sat on her
side of the bed, her back resting against the headboard as she silently drank in
the serene image of her husband beside her.

Her eyes trailed
from his smooth forehead to his strong aristocratic nose to his smooth hard lips
and the shapely jut of his stubbled chin.

She finally looked
into his eyes, saving the best for last. The soft molten coffee brown
captivating her into a pool of want.

She loved his
eyes. They were a window to his soul. No matter what he said or did, his eyes
always told her the truth. They couldn't lie to her. No matter how much he hurt
her, his eyes would always immediately apologize to her.

Khushi loved this
man lying beside her. Her husband. Without a doubt. The shelter and warmth that
she felt in his arms never existed before he came along. The rapid, frenzied
beating of her heart while in his proximity never made anticipation bubble deep
in her stomach unless he was involved. The singing breeze and dancing stars
never existed for her till he came along.

Arnav stared back
at her, reading the desire in her eyes. His lips curled up into a slow smile,
now exhibiting that sexy half smirk, half smile.

Khushi felt her
breath catch. That smile managed to trap her. Not like a caged animal, but like
a sheltered little bird that knew she was safe and cared for.

She was caught.
Caught in the moment. Caught in that smile. Caught in their love.

***

I've
never opened up to anyoneSo hard to hold back when I'm holding you in my
armsWe don't need to rush thisLet's just take it slow

***

Arnav lay on his
side of the bed with his one arm tucked under his head, and stared up into her
clear hazel eyes that told him the secrets that her pretty pink lips refused to
disclose.

Arnav Singh
Raizada had been a self made man. He wrote his own kismat and the
kismat of the people in his life. Or atleast that's what he had believed
until the chaotic force named Khushi Kumari Gupta, now Singh Raizada, had
stepped into his life.

He thought back to
that eventful night at Sheesh Mahel when she had fallen straight into his arms,
a unwanted but much needed fallen angel. If someone had told him then that she
would become the center of his universe he would surely have laughed in their
face.

But it had
happened. Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada had made him fall head over
heels. She had managed to make Arnav reemerge from the pits that ASR had buried
him in. She had managed to make him feel again. Make him trust again. Make him
love again.

She had done what
no one else had bothered to even try. She had made him open up. She had made it
impossible for him to hold back, especially from her.

***

Just a
kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a
touch of the fire burning so bright

No I
don't want to mess this thing up

I
don't want to push too far

Just a
shot in the dark that you just might

Be the
one I've been waiting for my whole life

So
baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

***

They lay beside
each other in a silence that screamed louder than any words. A silence that
murmured of a companionship. A silence that whispered of a faith. A silence that
hummed of a compassion. A silence that bellowed out a rare love.

Basked within
their own sea of adoration and passion, the two lovers quietly cherished this
stolen moment as if it were their last.

Right now neither
of them needed any affirmation of commitment or any promises of a forever. They
didn't need any soft caresses or any stolen kisses. All they needed was a
presence. A presence of the one they loved.

That night,
through the open poolside door, the full moon, the twinkling stars and the
gentle flowing breeze all silently witnessed the pure raw love shared between
the two flawed beings, bathed in the soft moonlight, laying beside each
other.

***

I know
that if we give this a little time

It'll
only bring us closer to the love we wanna find

It's
never felt so real, no it's never felt so right

***

Gently, Arnav
reached up to run the back of his hand lightly across her smooth silky cheek. He
watched in quiet tenderness as she closed her eyes, unconsciously leaning into
his touch.

Running the pads
of his fingers down her creamy neck he reached down and entwined her fingers
with his. He clasped her hand tightly, not wanting to let go.

He had this nagging
feeling that if he let go, even for a second, then she would be snatched away
from him. But he pushed the distasteful hunch away, focusing on the present
moment.

She was here,
with him, and that was all that mattered.

He had adamently
fought his Dadi till she had no choice but to yield and make peace with
Khushi.

He had
relentlessly fought Khushi till she succumbed to her feelings, accepting their
love.

He had tirelessly
fought against time even, trying to convince her to stay and now as the clock
showed another 15 minutes remained till their six months ended he did not feel
any fear because she was here. With him.

Finally, he had
won. He had emerged victorious from battle, and the prize lay before his eyes.
His wife. His Khushi.

Hungrily, he
memorized each minute detail of her silky soft features until his mind blurred
and fatigue took over, her fingers still entwined with his.

***

Just a
kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a
touch of the fire burning so bright

No I
don't want to mess this thing up

I
don't want to push too far

Just a
shot in the dark that you just might

Be the
one I've been waiting for my whole life

So
baby I'm alright, with just a kiss goodnight

***

***

No I
don't want to say goodnight

I know
it's time to leave, but you'll be in my dreams

Tonight

Tonight

Tonight

***

Khushi blinked back
the sudden tears that threatened to spill over. The raw affection and sharp
yearning that she had seen in Arnav's eyes before he succumbed to sleep unnerved
her. She felt valued and desired yet at the same time it left her feeling weak
and exposed. It made everything that much more difficult for her.

She knew what she
had to do, for his happiness and his family's happiness. Her Arnavji had begun
to believe that they belonged together but for once ASR was wrong.

He was Arnav Singh
Raizada, the hot shot businessman while she was simply Khushi Kumari Gupta, the
halwai's adopted daughter. Dadi ji was right, she didn't even know who her
parents were so how could she consider herself fit to be a Raizada bahu? She was
a homewrecker, responsible for Shyam's actions, responsible for Di's ruined
life, responsible for the unborn child being fatherless.

And now, for Dadi
ji's happiness, for Di's happiness and in the long shot for Arnav ji's happiness
she would do something that would shatter her soul. But if it brought her loved
ones happiness then so be it.

Arnav ji deserved
better and he couldn't get that till she got out of the way. But no worries, it
would be done. Tonight.

***

Just a
kiss on your lips in the moonlight

Just a
touch of the fire burning so bright

No I
don't want to mess this thing up

I
don't want to push too far

Just a
shot in the dark that you just might

Be the
one I've been waiting for my whole life

So
baby I'm alright, oh, let's do this right, with just a kiss
goodnight

***

The clock struck
midnight, marking the end of their six month marriage contract. Khushi wiped
away the lone tear that slid down her cheek and quietly untangled her fingers
from his strong grip. At first he resisted, but eventually she was able to pull
free.

Silently climbing
out of the bed she made her way to the poolside, where she had hidden her packed
suitcase. Bringing it back into the room she placed it near the door before
turning back and scanning her eyes across the room, checking for anything left
behind. Her eyes lingered on her sleeping husband. No, not husband anymore. Just
the man she loved with all her heart and soul.

She walked over to
his side, unable to leave without touching him for a last time. He had been the
one to always initiate the kisses between them, whether they were the soft
butterfly kisses on her cheeks or the sweet goodnight kisses on her forehead.
But this was their last moment together and she couldn't leave without one last
touch.

She leaned in and
gently placed a kiss on his forehead for the first and last time.

"Goodnight Arnav
ji."

A few seconds
later the late night silence was momentarily disturbed by the soft click of the
door and the windchimes that announced the departure of a defeated lover before
settling back into a turbulent silence.

"Khushi Kumari Gupta Singh Raizada, give that file back this
instant!" he bellowed, chasing after his silly wife. "Khushi please I need to
attend this meeting." he pleaded, still trying to grab her but she again managed
to slip away.

"Nahi Arnav ji.
You promised you would spend time with me today so no matter what happens that's
what you will do." Khushi fired back at him before hopping onto their bed.

He made a final
attempt to grab hold of her but at the very last second she jumped out of the
way, making him fall onto the bed. She turned back to give him a sweet
mischevious smile before bolting out the door and down the hall. He couldn't
help but smile at her crazy antics. Who would have thought the hot-headed,
ruthless businessman Arnav Singh Raizada had patience to not only put up
with his wife's childish shenanigans but also enjoy them.

Arnav quickly
climbed back onto his feet before going after Khushi. He found her sitting with
Anjali in the dining room, casually chattering away. He noticed her folded hands
were resting on the file that he needed to finalize an important deal. 'Urgh,
next time I'll have to think a hundred times before I promise her anything. She
takes them too seriously.' he quietly thought to himself, before casually
walking over to the two women that pretty much dominated his
life.

"Chote? You aren't
going to office today?" Anjali inquired when she noticed him enter the dining
room.

"Yes I am, di. As
soon as Khushi stops acting like a child and returns my file I'll be leaving for
a meeting." Arnav stated, watching Khushi glare at him.

Anjali turned to
look at Khushi questioningly. "Bhabi?"

Khushi had quickly
hidden the file under the pallu of her saree before Anjali could notice. "Di, I
don't know what he's talking about." she replied innocently, giving him a quick
wink before continuing her act. "Lagtha hai inko koi galat fami hui."

Before Arnav could
say anything she quickly interrupted, "I'll go finish making breakfast." She
jumped to her feet and quickly escaped to the kitchen making sure to keep the
file hidden from view.

Arnav shot his di
an incredulous look, surprised that she had actually fallen for Khushi's excuse,
before heaving a sigh and walking off to the kitchen.

He paused in the
entrance watching the petite figure of his beautiful wife scamper from one end
of the kitchen to the other while preparing breakfast for everyone. He quickly
scanned the countertop but his file was no where in sight. 'Fine Khushi, I
guess we'll have to do this MY way now.' he thought to himself while a smirk
spread across his face.

He casually
strolled over to her until he was standing directly behind her. She had been
busy kneading dough to make rotis but instantly stiffened when she felt his
presence. Before she could react Arnav slowly slid his hands around her waist,
intentionally running the pads of his fingers gently along the bare smooth skin
of her sides and her stomach. He tightened his hold around her waist as he
stepped closer to her until her back was pressed tightly against his chest. He
could hear her breathing quicken as he moved his face closer to the side of her
head. Her long silky hair was tied up into a messy bun leaving the delicate
creamy skin of her neck and back exposed to him, making his work all the more
easier.

"Arnav ji?" Khushi
whispered. "What are you doing?"

Arnav leaned into
the crook of her neck and placed a light kiss making her jump in surprise. He
ran his lips along her neck to the edge of her shoulder, smiling when he felt
her shudder in passion.

"What do you think
I'm doing Khushi?" he softly murmured against the base of her
neck.

He kissed his way
up her neck and nuzzled her ear, making her squirm a little. Arnav couldn't
fight off a smile when he heard her gasp as he bit the tip of her ear. He loved
her reactions to his every kiss and touch. He loved how she was so aware of his
each and every move.

"Arnav
ji...some..one...might come..." she tried to tell him but trailed off when he
tightened his hold on her waist even more and peppered open mouthed kissed down
her back.

She let out a soft
moan when she felt his teeth lightly sink into the tenative skin of her nape.

"Arnav ji
pleaseee" she hissed as she lost control over herself.

In an instant
Arnav flipped her around and once again pulled her close till their chests were
touching and their faces were inches apart. He gazed into her hazel orbs
watching determination and desire fighting to take control, and it seemed like
determination to stop him was winning. As she raised her hands to push him away
he interrupted her actions.

"Wait Khushi, your
hands are full of aata. Don't get it on my shirt." he warned her, smirking. From
the look of her face he could tell she was realizing that no matter what he did
she wouldn't be able to touch him - with her hands atleast.

"Arnav ji, someone
will come in here. And I have to make breakfast, everyone's already woken up by
now." Khushi began talking nonstop trying to persuade him in letting her go. He
inwardly chuckled at her attempt to distract him before quickly and effectively
shutting her up by tugging her closer till their noses were touching. Her
innocent doe-like eyes widened in surprise before lowering in shyness. A
beautiful shade of pink spread across her cheeks as she felt the potent desire
pour out of just his gaze. He watched her blush and realized that he'd have to
get his file back quickly and get away from her before he got distracted by her
innocent beauty and delectable softness. Khushi once again
tried to free herself but to no avail. Arnav tightened his hold even more and
lightly ran his fingers along the side of her jaw making her close her eyes in
ecstacy. He lightly tucked away a stray strand of hair that had fallen onto her
face. He loved that strand of hair. Whenever she was busy with her chores or
some other work that strand of hair always managed to fall onto her face and
tantalize her. She would cutely huff in annoyance and push it back. Everytime he
saw this, either when she was busy making jalebis or fixing up lunch , he always
got the urge to walk up to her and caress her face before kissing her senseless.
And sometimes he did.

He leaned in to
taste her sweet flavor but realized he was on a mission and couldn't afford to
get distracted. He looked up and noticed how his crazy yet beautifully stubborn
wife was anxiously waiting for him to close the remaining space between them. He
softly chuckled and leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, letting their
lips brush but not fully. He moved down to her jaw and peppered her with open
mouthed kisses teasing and tantalizing her till she was squirming with passion
in his arms. By now she had stopped all her worries about being caught and was
just enjoying her husband's sweet torture.

"Khushi?" Arnav
murmured against the base of her neck, never losing contact with her
skin.

"Mmm..." Khushi
sighed as she slid her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him.

Khushi moaned in
pleasure. "On the bedside table" she mumbled when she could think again.

"And where's my
cellphone, love?" he asked while placing a lush kiss right on the base of her
neck.

Khushi closed her
eyes and sighed happily. "On my dresser."

"Where's my file,
baby?" he questioned while running the tip of his tongue along the outer seams
of her full lips.

"In the top
cabinet next to the dal" she gasped out as pure desire rushed through her
veins.

Arnav smiled
triumphantly. He leaned in and finally kissed her full on the lips. He felt
Khushi's lips curve up against his as she sighed happily and kissed him back. He
pulled away after a minute and watched as her face slipped into a pout.

"Sorry baby but I
have a meeting to attend and I'm already late." he winked at her and walked over
to the cabinet she had mentioned and pulled out his file. He turned to see his
wife's face flustered in anger and embarrassment.

Arnav chuckled.
She was an angry kitten that thought of herself as a tigress. He pulled her
close and gave her a quick kiss. "Don't worry I'll come home early and we can
continue where we left off." he teased before walking off and out of the
kitchen.

Arnav climbed into
his car and and grinned. He was sure he'd find a tray full of jalebis when he
got back home today. That is if she didn't eat all of them.